Escapism

Young lovers lie under the stars

And tell each other how beautiful they are

Weary men come home from work to a beer

And say they find heaven in a glass, in a bar

Lonely people eventually find a partner,

But that feeling doesn’t compare to a freshly bought car

I want to take the stars

And use them to wipe my ass

Take all the alcohol

And drink it way too fast

Open the fuel cap on every car,

And throw a lit match into gas.

People can keep their fantasies,

All I want is you next to me.